Page 61 of Kiss and Make Love

“Bouch,” Jason hollered from across the locker room. “Where’s your head at?”

“Hmm?” Alex grunted in his teammate’s direction.

Jason furrowed his brows. “You’ve been away in dreamland all morning. Where’s your head at, man?”

“Yeah, you okay?” Michael asked.

Alex scrubbed a hand over his beard. If teammates were noticing his agitated state, then he didn’t have as good a handle on the wholemissing Coopersituation as he thought. “None of your concern.”

Michael crossed his arms. “As your captain, itismy concern. You good?”

“Yes. No. Fuck. I’ll get good. Give me a few minutes.” Alex rifled through his game day bag and grabbed his cell phone.

“A few minutes, Alex, that’s it. We’re out there against Montreal on their home turf in less than twenty. Do what you need to do to get right.”

Alex threw open the locker room door and stormed down the hallway. Where the fuck could he go to get some privacy? His teammates couldn’t know he was hooking up with a player on their rival team. What would they think?

Staff were milling around the halls, and fans were still entering the stadium. His gaze landed on a black door to the right of him. Must be a storage closet. He didn’t bother to wipe the smirk off his face.

Perfect.

He slammed the door behind him, flipped on the light, and pushed a laundry cart in front of the door. No lock, no problem.

Finding Cooper’s contact info, he hit the button for video chat. The ringing filled the tight space. Fuck, where was he? Pick up. In the ten days they’d officially been together, he’d never taken this long to pick up. Five rings? What the?—

“Alex? What’s going on? I thought you had a game, like, now?” Worry marred Cooper’s brow.

Alex tugged at the braid in his hair, twisting it around over and over. “Yeah. I got five minutes, baby.”

“Seriously, are you okay? What’s the problem?”

“The problem is that it’s been ten fucking days since I’ve touched you, and I’m losing my fucking shit over it. I can’t think about anything else,” he spit out.

Cooper’s gaze softened. “What do you need me to do?”

“Touch yourself. Let me see. Let me pretend it’s me.”

“Right now?”

“For the love of everything, yes. Right now, baby. I’m running out of time before the game.”

A belt buckle clinked, and he heard Cooper’s zipper go down. The phone fumbled, pointing at the ceiling of Cooper’s living room before finding a place on his coffee table.

“Take it out,” Alex commanded.

Cooper obliged, pulling his already-erect cock from his underwear.

“Stroke it, baby.” Alex was all but salivating, and they’d barely done anything. “Fast and rough.”

Spitting on his palm, Cooper grasped his dick and followed his instructions.

“Tell me how it feels.”

“It’d be so much better if it was your hand.” He was reclined onhis couch, cock centered in the camera on his phone.

“Pretend it is. Pretend it’s me. Say my name, baby.” Desperation filled his voice, impossible to mask.

“Alexander,” Cooper moaned.

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